Context
While the original title of this song could lend itself well to floofs, Mom opted to go in a different direction. Her version is referred to as “Pukin’ Up Foam” due to our tendency to refuse meals and vomit bile all over the floor.
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Original:
Last night I dug your picture out from my old dresser drawer
I set it on the table and I talked to it ’til four
I read some old love letters right up ’til the break of dawn
Yeah I’ve been sittin’ alone diggin’ up bones
Then I went through your jewelry and I found our wedding rings
I put mine on my finger and I gave yours a fling
Across this lonely bedroom of our recent broken home
Yeah tonight I’m sittin’ alone diggin’ up bones
I’m diggin’ up bones, I’m diggin’ up bones
Exhuming things that are better left alone
I’m resurrecting memories of a love that’s dead and gone
Yeah tonight I’m sittin’ alone diggin’ up bones
And I went through the closet and I found some things in there
Like that pretty negligee that I bought you to wear
And I recall how good you looked each time you had it on
Yeah tonight I’m sittin’ alone diggin’ up bones
I’m diggin’ up bones, I’m diggin’ up bones
Exhuming things that better left alone
I’m resurrecting memories of love that’s dead and gone
Yeah tonight I’m sittin’ alone diggin’ up bones
Floof version:
Last night I chewed some toilet paper on the bathroom floor
I dragged it down the hallway and I chewed on it ’til four
I chomped a cell phone charger right up ’til the break of dawn
Yeah, I’ve been sittin’ alone pukin’ up foam
Then I went through your jewelry and I found your favorite ring
It should have hurt to swallow it but I don’t feel a thing
Across this swollen belly filled with all the things you own
Yeah tonight I’m sittin’ alone pukin’ up foam
I’m pukin’ up foam, I’m pukin’ up foam
Eatin’ stuff that’s better left alone
I’m resurrecting memories of a meal that’s dead and gone
Yeah, tonight I’m sittin’ alone pukin’ up foam
And I went through the closet and I found some things in there
Like that pair of fancy shoes I know you love to wear
And they’ll feel a bit different the next time you put them on
Yeah tonight I’m sittin’ alone puking up foam
I’m pukin’ up foam, I’m pukin’ up foam
Eatin’ stuff that’s better left alone
I’m resurrecting memories of a meal that’s dead and gone
Yeah, tonight I’m sittin’ alone pukin’ up foam